“My heart goes out to where that song comes from. It’s very much about thinking you were loved for who you were, and realizing you weren’t and realizing maybe you don’t love yourself.” (uncredited, Here. In My Head)

Isn’t it interesting how the choirgirl hotel is suddenly about the men who have checked out?

He has always been sweeter than her, sugar to her wine. “If you could see me now.” Now that she’s been forged and drowned, like the sharpest sword.

The beauty of this song is the ambiguity. Girls have to know when a kiss in the rain is only romance because of the weather.

Just because you’re wet doesn’t mean you felt the spark.

And then you’re thinking, “Oh, god, could it be the weather?”

What if it’s not?

How will I know?